Poetry Blogs (gold)
The withy cross now gold!
An interlace of old,
That endless pleter braid
An ornate gem to show
That love will always grow
His token glows through time
An endless poignant chime.
Wednesday 12th December 2018 3:41 pm
The mental essentials
prescriptions to help us
Break the mold that is made for us ,
Dead or alive ,stories untold
Intrested in gold
The materialistic , the glamours are cold
With the evil besides us
and good surpressed in us
And fear of the unknown,
Potential untaped ,
Millions below us , the seven foot gap
Looks will be gone , but we are forever.
Embodied in pict...
Thursday 11th January 2018 6:37 am
Many years ago I was intrigued by the appearance on Perth roads of bumper stickers displaying the enigmatic statement that "The Goddess is Dancing". I had no idea what this advertising campaign was all about, so I put together my own preferred explanation.
The Goddess is Dancing
Far from the powdered sand-tracks
in dunes dry beyond ages,
past unwatered acacias
where the wh...
Wednesday 10th January 2018 2:19 am
Find the X on a map tattooed onto the skin of a dead man, it’s buried gold.
Do anything to get it, kill, burn, destroy to find your treasure. Watch out,
our pals will want it but I won’t let them, I can feel it in my bones.
It’s on the next island according to the map.
Now we arrive, it’s time to start digging.
Suddenly I’ve found it! Gold, rubies, e...
Tuesday 18th September 2012 6:08 pm